One of your posts was the very first thing I read on Substack when I joined earlier this week. I’m a Tennessee farm girl and fellow writer, and I just have to say, you capture all the sights and sounds with laser precision and still make reading feel as refreshing as a glass of ice cold sweet tea on the front porch upon deciding to “sit a spell.” I can’t wait to read more! Go Vols! :)
All of us are so busy we don't take the time to appreciate the nature of things in everyday life. Thanks for the reminder. Here, halfway to the North Pole, all the snow is finally gone, the oats are planted and Easter finds us warm and sunny, for a short time at least.
What a beautiful meditation for an Easter morning! Thank you, Brian. I love your descriptions of the beauties of the Creation on your farm. May all here and everywhere enjoy many blessings on this lovely morning.
When I'm out doing rounds or odd jobs I so often yell back at them "She's over there!" and gesture emphatically and then they figure it out. And she usually calls back garbled and so reluctantly, with a mouth full of grass or hay. Tired from this little parasite (or two) draining away all her energy, and hoping for a moment's rest between having her udder jabbed mercilessly by a lamb's snoot...
Spring is a deceptively hard time of year. Things appear green (in contrast to how it looked in February), but there's precious little biomass out there. Mama's are maxxed out - having gestated a lamb (or two), given birth, and are nursing....they're skinny and struggling to get enough calories to meet the demands put on their bodies.
I gotta give props to the sheep mamas, they really go hardcore.
One of your posts was the very first thing I read on Substack when I joined earlier this week. I’m a Tennessee farm girl and fellow writer, and I just have to say, you capture all the sights and sounds with laser precision and still make reading feel as refreshing as a glass of ice cold sweet tea on the front porch upon deciding to “sit a spell.” I can’t wait to read more! Go Vols! :)
Thanks, Leah! Glad you found my posts and pleased you like the writing. Enjoy this beautiful (at least here) Easter.
All of us are so busy we don't take the time to appreciate the nature of things in everyday life. Thanks for the reminder. Here, halfway to the North Pole, all the snow is finally gone, the oats are planted and Easter finds us warm and sunny, for a short time at least.
Thanks, Don. Glad to hear the oats are in the ground.
What a beautiful meditation for an Easter morning! Thank you, Brian. I love your descriptions of the beauties of the Creation on your farm. May all here and everywhere enjoy many blessings on this lovely morning.
Thanks, Heather!
Yeah young lambs do cry "mom!!! mom!!!"
When I'm out doing rounds or odd jobs I so often yell back at them "She's over there!" and gesture emphatically and then they figure it out. And she usually calls back garbled and so reluctantly, with a mouth full of grass or hay. Tired from this little parasite (or two) draining away all her energy, and hoping for a moment's rest between having her udder jabbed mercilessly by a lamb's snoot...
Spring is a deceptively hard time of year. Things appear green (in contrast to how it looked in February), but there's precious little biomass out there. Mama's are maxxed out - having gestated a lamb (or two), given birth, and are nursing....they're skinny and struggling to get enough calories to meet the demands put on their bodies.
I gotta give props to the sheep mamas, they really go hardcore.
Agreed. One of our oldest ewes (7-8 lambings) is also the best mother. She really should write an instruction manual.